I needed a tree decorator. I cannot decorate a tree. And I need a new star. I have yet to find one that I love.
The Saturday before Christmas . . . we celebrated at my parent's house. We arrived there late in the evening, so I didn't get very many photos . . .
A little entertainment (photos courtesy of my sister):
My mother always played the piano at church when we were growing up. That is where the musicality in our family stops. I took piano lessons for 13 years. Count them. THIRTEEN years. I could barely remember how to read the notes to the simple, "What Child is This". Gayla did worse. But as she will tell you . . . she didn't take for 13 years. Yep, 13 years.
Who knew I had dyed my hair the same color as Cole's?
The next morning, SOME of us made it to church. Okay, so SOME of us weren't feeling good (we won't name names). But Mom, Dad, Cole, CeCe, Mercede, and I attended the Christmas program at my parent's church. Oh, and Matt had to work. He wasn't sick (cough, cough). No, seriously, they really didn't feel well.
Did I mention musicality doesn't run in our family? Oh, I did? Okay, just checkin'.
Christmas Eve . . . Matt, Cole, and I attended our church's service. Then we watched snippets from some of our favorite Christmas movies and let Cole unwrap his presents . . .
He said it was his 2nd best Christmas ever!
Apparently, he doesn't remember when we used to spend hundreds and hundreds of dollars on a hundred different presents. Oh yeah, he was only two then. Stupid us.
Christmas Day . . . I do not have a single photo from Christmas day. Matt's parents came for brunch and they took our son home with them. Matt didn't feel well. We slept Christmas away. Yes Dad, we slept. Matt was sick. Dad likes to question me on this for some reason. Yep, that's where I get it from.
Oh, and I forgot, we lost power for a couple of hours. And it was cold. Brrrr . . .
The Saturday after Christmas . . . we went to Matt's parent's house.
A little slice of a BIG cupcake to celebrate the birth of Jesus:
"The Night Before Christmas" is always read.
Yes, that is my child on the right.
No, we did not think about coordinating outfits.
Hope you all had a MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!